Health Insurance (Or -- Because Sometimes the Greedy Bastards Want to Screw Us Over Like That).

Sometimes the greedy bastard comes out in all of us.
It looms demented in the deep bloody mess of vessels beating against the cavity wall of our bony ribcage.
Won't stop because of money.
It'll only beat faster.
Won't carelessly climb out of that throat and present itself new and fresh before the world at large.
It'll only choke on cheap food and expensive cigarettes.
Won't be around for conversation or comfort.
It'll only die too early for us.
Will the heart get by knowing that the vile pulp is there?
Will it try to pump it out of us?
Won't have enough strength,
It'll only have the strength to keep us alive with the agony.
In the end the brain is all that we have left for merciful deliverance but in the meantime that darkling spot of festering evil will insure that our bouncy ball of lipids, protein, water, carbs, soluble organic substances, and inorganic salts is so shitfaced and fucked up that we can't decide which route to go when it comes to health insurance.
And shouldn't that be the easy thing?
To be healthy and clean?
It's what we learn first.
It's the most important lesson.
However throughout the rest of our lives the repetitive lesson we seem to be auditing is that sometimes the greedy bastards want to screw us over like that.